| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | The Fairy Lough | | By Moira O’Neill (1864–1955) |
| | | LOUGHAREEMA! Loughareema | |
| Lies so high among the heather; | |
| A little lough, a dark lough, | |
| The wather ’s black an’ deep. | |
| Ould herons go a-fishin’ there, | 5 |
| An’ seagulls all together | |
| Float roun’ the one green island | |
| On the fairy lough asleep. | |
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| Loughareema! Loughareema! | |
| When the sun goes down at seven, | 10 |
| When the hills are dark an’ airy, | |
| ’Tis a curlew whistles sweet! | |
| Then somethin’ rustles all the reeds | |
| That stand so thick and even; | |
| A little wave runs up the shore | 15 |
| An’ flees as if on feet. | |
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| Loughareema! Loughareema! | |
| Stars come out, an’ stars are hidin’; | |
| The wather whispers on the stones, | |
| The flittherin’ moths are free. | 20 |
| One’st before the mornin’ light | |
| The Horsemen will come ridin’ | |
| Roun’ and roun’ the fairy lough, | |
| An’ no one there to see! | | | | |
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